Navy line drawing of a bearded sailor in a striped top and cap, with tattooed arms, anchor and rope, and the lettering A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.

Sailor flash with smooth sea lettering

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A bearded sailor in a striped jersey and knitted cap stands in three-quarter view, with tattooed forearms crossed in front of him. The engraved linework uses fine hatching for shading, and the surrounding lettering reads A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor, framed by laurel leaves, rope and anchors. The image is a single navy ink on white with a symmetrical, poster-style composition.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down by the stove, the lot of you, and mind the coal scuttle. Aye, the river's flat as a pewter plate tonight, and that's exactly what I don't trust. My grandfather Ezra took the Mary Ann Pell down the Trent in the winter of the big frost, with forty ton of slate in her hold and a boy aboard who couldn't tie a bowline to save his life.

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The river gave them nothing but glass for three days. Ezra kept the tiller and hummed hymns through his teeth, and the boy, Tobias Greave, sat on the hatch counting swans that never moved. On the fourth morning the mist came off the water like a sheet pulled from a bed, and there was the lock at Cromer with its gates shut tight and a lantern swinging on the far side where no lantern should be.

A woman in an oilskin stood on the balance beam with a coil of wet rope over her shoulder. 'You'll want the gates opened,' she said, 'and you'll want to earn it.' Ezra asked her what she meant. She looked at the boy's hands, soft as bread dough, and said the water wouldn't rise for anyone who hadn't hauled. So Tobias hauled. He hauled until his palms split and the blood ran dark into the hemp, and when the gates groaned open the woman was gone and the lantern went out with her.

Ezra never spoke of it for thirty years. Then one summer he came in off the towpath with a new pair of leather gloves and tossed them across the table at Tobias. 'Calm water never taught anyone a knot,' he said, and went back out to the boat. Well. That's your story. Now who's getting the kettle?